User blog comment:Bartholomew Billberry Bowstring/Mossflower Country & Beyond/@comment-3474228-20111122221341/@comment-25220117-20120512173922

''If the flint had been fired by any creature less skilled, it would have fallen inches from it's target. But it just happened to have the self-glory of being fired by the great-great-grandson of the greatest Mercenary otter who had ever broken the surface of water, if flint ever had any self-glory. Why are you asking me? I'm not a flint. And so, the flint flew as well as an arrow, just to have any self-esteem and war-glory a chunk of flying stone could have by missing the rat by an inch and bouncing against a wall-But no, it had yet a chance to prove itself in its hellike fury, never accomplished by any other wretched little flint rock in existence-It bounced off the wall from the force of the shot, and buried itself in the rat's back, sinking between his shoulders. He fell forward onto the floor, going cross-eyed with a mix of confusion and torturing pain. The searat staggered uprightm just to fall back and roll onto his side, watching the seaotter through a painful haze''